Silent Art

Chapter 4 - Silent Battles and Make-Ups

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10/7/18- I just want to note, that I am now reading what I originally wrote as my author's note, and just what I wrote in general and honestly I literally embarrass my self daily.

Off to the story!

Chapter 4 - Silent Battles and Make-Ups

Damien

Okay, hit me, but basically when I saw her walk in looking like a close resemblance to every other girl that's like, "Ah yes, if I throw a beanie on my head, I am now edgy", her and ballet, or whatever the fuck it's called, wasn't what I expected to match up. 

I'm a dick. I know.

I'd also say she was gorgeous as hell with her long shiny brown hair, tanned skin, and big brown eyes; but that'd just be doing too much.

As I watched her long legs begin to spin, my eyes grew dark with lust. 

I'm a man, sue me.

It wasn't until I heard loud clapping that my mild, lust-induced, trance was broken.

"Bravo Bee, you seem to actually know how to dance." I heard Sam say giving me a look out of the corner of his eyes. That son of a bitch. "Well since I was only here to see Dames, I must be leaving now...don't do anything that I wouldn't." He said heading towards the door. I snickered.

"So basically, we can do everything?" She retorted. 

He flashed her a pearly white grin, "You got that one right Bee." And with that, the door slammed shut, and Baila and I were left in our loud silence, until she broke it.

"Your friend Sam there, is an idiot." She said crossing her arms over her chest. Averting my gaze from her chest, I began to pack up my things while giving a breathy snicker.

"Tell me something I don't already know." I signed without thinking.

 "You do know that whole signing thing looks like nothing to me right?" She said trying to hide her slight embarrassment. Honestly, she hid it quite well, but as a person who chooses not speak everyday of my life and furthermore, only spends time watching people's actions; I noticed.

Unable to hold my back my cynical snicker, I rolled my eyes and trudged over to my backpack. I picked up my whiteboard and two dry-erase markers, shoving one into her hand.

In my messy handwriting, I quickly wrote:"I said: Tell me something I don't already know."  I then passed her the board and she replied with neat and perfect handwriting. 

"Oh. You know, you never told me what you thought of my dancing..." She wrote back. I knew this was going to happen. I thought her, whatever the fuck, (contemporary...?), was almost breathtaking. 

But, my ego is way too big for me to admit that. 

Which is why my mouth curved up into a smirk when I replied with: "Eh, not bad, still doesn't compare with my hip-hop dancing."  As she began to read what I wrote, I felt her eyes burning holes into the back of my head.

"Not bad?! Then why the hell did you let me stay here?!"

 My mouth curved into another smirk, "I'm not letting you stay anywhere, you just haven't left yet." I watched as she angrily grabbed the white board and wrote furiously.